OK, must make the disclaimer.
First, this is a work of fiction and any resembelance to any person,
living or dead, is coincidental.
Second, I do *NOT* advocate this sort of world. It's a really shitty
world to live in.
OK, on with the story.
Dragon Path by Ben Kosse (bmk7411@cs.rit.edu)
part 1: Introduction and Indoctrination
Introduction
"Greetings, fellow historians. It was good of you to
make it here to learn about the life of the one woman who so
changed our world. Her name was Akisha Mesu-ryu, or, as those of
her time called her, Dragon.
"You may be asking how she so changed our world.
Well, I'll leave that to the story.
"Instead, I believe it essential to focus first on
the world of the time. To do so, we first must understand that
humankind has had a cycling power struggle between men and women.
As apes, the females were almost always the true power of the
group, but as we 'evolved', the power switched, and men became
dominant. They used religion, their strength, and finally the
fact that women weren't in power to justify their control.
"In the late twentieth century, the human race began
to level out the playing field. As always, however, there were
those who felt men should remain in power, and now, there were
those who felt women should rule over men. For many years,
though, these two groups were too small to make a major
difference.
"But, I digress. In the year 2040, men and women had
reached a near total equality, no side having more power than the
other. This order was global, and was the primary cause to the
year 2040 being the most productive year in history. Of course,
this is relative, as we do currently create more now than was
done in 2040, but 2040 was the most efficient year, given their
technology and knowledge. Again, I digress.
"The five years on either side were also incredibly
productive, but no one would realize that it was the balance of
power which lead to this productivity. Fortunately, the powers
that be had the insight to ban weapons of mass destruction.
"In 2044, a woman by the name of Rene Willamoth was
elected President of the United States of America. In 2046, she
managed to convince voters that it was the growing power of women
which led to the prosperity of the time. By 2048, elections
across the globe were no longer based on the 'conservative' vs.
'liberal' political structure, but on man vs. woman. In 2056,
women won all elections across the globe, and by 2060, women were
truly the rulers of the human race. We had cycled back.
"Prosperity did not increase, but decreased
tremendously. Countries found themselves fighting for resources
again, and men became more and more dejected, having all power
stripped from them. A global war broke out in 2070, mass
communication was destroyed, and the only two remaining nuclear
weapons were used. The first was shot down over United States
airspace before it could detonate, while the second detonated in
China ten seconds before launch, leading to the death of over 2
billion people.
"The war year of 2072 resulted in the election of
men nearly across the board. Men who would act quickly to seize
dictatorial powers, completing the cycle again for the time when
the war ceased in 2073.
"To say that conditions were fair would be a
wretched act of academic dishonesty. Women were virtual slaves to
men, and merely walking down the street was an invitation to
rape. Legal rape, mind you, as women were basically used for
breeding and menial work. The luckiest could actually be
secretaries, though they often doubled as phone sex operators if
the man calling so wished. They were considered nothing more than
animals.
"This was the world of Akisha Mesu-ryu, a world
which, believe me, was horrible. Now, let the story begin,
please.
Introduction
The captain was furious. His brows knitted in hatred
of Slider, the cyborg that had killed over half of his elite
force. His large and powerful hands cupped together in front of
his face as he stared at the latest piece of information.
Apparently, the cyborg had decided it wanted a new car. Instead
of purchasing one, however, it took an occupied police cruiser
and later left the officers on the road to die after crushing
their legs with the stolen 2 ton car.
He was a young man, in his mid-twenties, though his
eyes had long since grayed over with the experience of one too
many deaths and one too many criminals escaping or being
released. His hair would have streaks of white, except he kept it
dyed its deep black color.
Though the rest of his body was still youthful, his
face had recently been marked by lines of worry: lines related to
Slider's escapades. Right now, that face was an emotionless mask
as he reviewed the facts: Slider was an experimental cyborg who
had escaped from the police research labs only minutes before a
defect was discovered in the control program. That defect allowed
Slider to shut down his inhibitions and the preprogrammed rules.
He was the most powerful cyborg ever created, and now he was
loose.
The captain knew that if he didn't do something, he
would most likely lose his job and along with it, any chance he
had of making a decent living. Finally, he picked up the phone
and dialed his superiors in Alpha City, glad that his longtime
friend Oliver Craig was now his direct superior.
The woman on the other end answered, a pleasing and
slightly sexual voice: just like she had been trained to do.
"Hello, this is Alpha City Police Department; how may I direct
your call?"
"I need to speak with Craig. This is Captain Johnson
of the Orgin P.D." Johnson's voice was crisp and distinct.
"Very well, sir, I shall transfer you now."
Two minutes passed while Johnson listened to some
awful techno-industrial music before Craig answered the phone
with his deep and almost sadistic voice. "What is it, Johnson?"
"Sir, as you know, the Slider cyborg escaped. As you
also know, we have been unable to deal with the situation sir,"
Johnson started, before the deep voice interrupted.
"Call Dragon."
Captain Johnson was relieved. He knew that this
Dragon had dealt with similar cases in other districts and for
the military. No one knew who or what Dragon was, only that he
was the best. "Thank you sir, that is all I wanted to ask you.
Oh, and your secretary sounds quite beautiful."
"Humph. Yes, she is, and quite a good fuck, as well.
Would you like to try sometime?"
"After the case, Craig," Johnson replied, and after
hearing an affirmative, he hung up to dial the Dragon.
A man with a voice possibly deeper than even Craig's
voice answered the phone. "Yes?"
"My name is Captain Richard Johnson, of the Orgin
P.D. I need to speak with Dragon."
"I'll relay the message. That is how it is always
done."
Craig was caught off balance, expecting to be the
one dictating terms. But then again, things hadn't been going as
planned lately anyway. "Very well. I wish to speak to Dragon
regarding a runaway cyborg. That is all I can say over the phone,
but if he would come over to my office--"
The voice interrupted, "Dragon already knows about
Slider, and will meet you this afternoon at sixteen hundred.
Don't be screwing anyone in your office then." After that, the
line went dead.
So much for the bargaining chips, Craig thought, as
he looked at his clock. Thirteen hundred, plenty of time.
He then called in his private secretary, a beautiful
woman in her late twenties. She was dressed in a red
loincloth-like skirt and translucent white top, which revealed
her lacy bra. Her blonde hair was braided and hung to her
mid-back, while her lips were done in a beautiful frosted pink.
She saw his face and immediately took off her top
and walked over, while he brushed the papers on his desk to the
floor. Hell, she'll be the one to clean up the mess, he thought,
and completely cleaned off his desk.
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Ben Kosse bmk7411@cs.rit.edu <#391>
BGC Otaku and worshipper of the Red-Eyed Goddess. Member of ShAS.
Anime, RPG's, computers, poetry (read/write), music (listen/compose).
Author of the Bubblegum Crisis theme pack (see the homepage below).
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